ShinRA Trash Party

[notmyrealname]

Ain't no party as good as a ShinRa Party!

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[harassmenthobbyist]

[Fuck cactuars.

Really that's all Reno's got to say about this week. Last week it was 'fuck chocobos' and the week before that was 'fuck that fucking Zolom seriously fuck that'.

Needless to say, this month has been stressful. As soon as midnight hit and he was off work for the next week, Reno had informed everyone that he was getting drunk, they knew where to look for him, come get him if it's an emergency.

So Reno is two shots of tequila and a rum and coke into his drinking at this particular bar tonight.]

[notmyrealname]

Not wasting any time, are you?

[Leaning on the bar, Cissnei motions for the tender to come over and orders herself a rum and coke as well. She's not much of a drinker, herself, but this week had been pretty god awful and she needs it. They all do, actually, but she would honestly be surprised to see many of the others show up.

Which is part of the reason she was here. Someone had to make sure Reno didn't get himself into too much trouble.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

[He's a grown man, thank you. He can take care of himself]

Nope. I'm not stoppin' until I don't remember what cacutar needles feel like.

[notmyrealname]

[Cissnei can't help but let out an amused snort, taking her drink as the bar tender slides it over.]

I can't say that I blame you.

[harassmenthobbyist]

Gonna have scars for the rest of my life, an' not the sexy kind.

[Grumble grumble]

[notmyrealname]

I'm sure you can find someone in the slums into the other kind, Reno.

[It comes out as a drawl as she lays a hand on his shoulder.]

There are all sorts in the world.

[And yes, her lips are quirking into a smirk.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

[Reno rolls his eyes and elbows her lightly]

I ain't desperate, please. Do I look desperate to you?

[notmyrealname]

[An eyebrow goes up as she playfully knocks his arm away, lifting her drink to take a sip.]

Depends on your definition of desperate, I suppose.

[harassmenthobbyist]

In what world am I desperate?

[notmyrealname]

I think Rude or even Tseng might be the better people to ask.

[harassmenthobbyist]

...just what are you insinuating, Cissnei?

[notmyrealname]

Me? Insinuating? Why would I do that?

[She's just going to take another sip of her drink now, thank you very much.]

[harassmenthobbyist]

Because you're a Turk?

[notmyrealname]

[She smirks against her glass, knocking it back before setting it on the bar once more.]

Touche.

[harassmenthobbyist]

So, what are you insinuating?

[notmyrealname]

That you tend to spend a lot of your free time in other people's rooms.

[harassmenthobbyist]

[He cracks up and signals he'll pay for her next drink]

Sometimes they're in mine, y'know.

[notmyrealname]

[Cissnei grins, propping her chin in her hand.]

Oh trust me. We're all aware of those times.

[harassmenthobbyist]

...how? Rude doesn't talk, and good luck gettin' Tseng to admit he has a dick, let alone knows what to do with it.

[notmyrealname]

Yes but you never shut up, Reno.

[harassmenthobbyist]

And I don't talk about that. ...much.

[notmyrealname]

I never said anything about just talking.

[harassmenthobbyist]

My apartment's soundproofed, so unless you bugged it...

[No, Rod just lives down the hall from him and Reno tends to leave a window open]

[notmyrealname]

[Picking up her new glass with a nod to the bar tender, Cissnei let's out a thoughtful sound.]

You apparently suck at remembering to close your windows. At least according to my sources.

[harassmenthobbyist]

...I am going to fucking kill that asshole.